Lil Wayne feat. 2 Chainz Rich as Fuck Lyrics

Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin
I turned the pen into a **********ing Janet Jackson
Tell the *****es that be hatin' I ain't got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurance
Ho, whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah Murder 187
I be killing them *****es I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got Xanax, Percocet, Promethazine with Codeine
Call me Mr.Sandman, I'm selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big *******, flat *** TV screen
I keep a bad ***** call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her, and put that ***** out like a house fire
I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers, I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these *****s, can't trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd huh
Got a red *** ***** with a red *** *****
***** try me, that's a dead *** *****
Since y'all ************s so blind to the fact,
To tell you the truth I don't care who's looking
All I know is I love my *****, that ***** feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, **** shovel in the dirt, R.I.P. Rest In *****
Light that **** then pass that ****, we gon' get so smoked out
And then I went got locked up, every night I dreamt I broke out
One time for them ***** *****s, that's that **** I don't like
We eating over here *****, **** around and have food fight
And that's 2 Chainz

Look at you, now look at us
All my *****s look rich as ****
All my *****s live rich as ****
All my *****s look rich as ****

Look at you, now look at us
All my *****s look rich as ****
All my *****s live rich as ****
All my

AK on my night stand, right next to tat bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight watch no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks on a **********ing tight rope
And I make that ***** tap out, I knock that ***** out cold
***** you get beat the crap out but that's just how the dice roll
These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that **** and stay on, all night like porch lights
Let's do it, **** talking, we out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying that on these rusty *****s like WD-40
We ****ed up, we Truk'd up, no if's and's or butt ****s
***** *****s go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's ****ed up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my *****s down for whatever
These *****es think they're too fly well tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit **** Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me with her ***** lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz

Look at you, now look at us
All my *****s look rich as ****
All my *****s live rich as ****
All my *****s look rich as ****

Ey yo, **** all y'all *****es
Straight up
Any ***** out there that ain't never wanna give me no *****
**** you in your ******* *****

All my *****s live rich as ****
All my *****s look rich as ****

And your ***** a ho

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